xp_logs | LOG: Terry & Angelo

Angelo and Terry run into each at the grocery store and catch up.

Terry turned down the next aisle in the bodega, one of the larger ones in the neighborhood, and paused in front of the display of hair dyes. Her nose crinkled as she frowned while looking the boxes over, then she reached forward and took one of the brunette boxes and flipped it over.

"Tired of bein' a redhead?" said a familiar voice from behind her.

Terry jumped and fumbled the package, almost dropping it. A smile slowly slid across her face when she recognized the owner of the voice as well. "Angelo." She looked down at the package, and laughed. "No, just find it handy to have some on hand sometimes. The thing about being a redhead is it tis a bit too distinctive sometimes, to be sure." She turned in place to face him. "How've you been, boyo?"

"Not bad", he said with a grin. "Keepin' busy, but you know me, I get bored if I don't."

"And heaven help us if you get bored?" Terry teased, pushing a bit of hair behind her shoulder, then weaving both her arms under her basket's handles.

"Yeah, when that happens I have to make my own fun." He glanced at the contents of her basket with idle nosiness. "And why would you be tryin' not to be distinctive?"

There were a few cans of soup, some fresh produce, a couple pounds of ground beef, and a box of tampons. That's what he gets for his idle nosiness. "You really have to be asking me that, Angelo?" the redhead laughed, turning back to the shelf and reaching down to the temporary dyes and chucking a box into her basket.

"Interpol", he said with a nod. "I know. But you're back in New York for awhile, right?"

"I've been loaned indefinitely to the FBI office here, aye," Terry agreed, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "You think the biggest threat to public safety is terrorists? It's paperwork, to be sure." SHe paused a moment, then asked "What're you doing these days?"

"Paperwork." He grimaced, then it turned into a bright grin. "Elpis, law school, when Warren gets his law firm properly off the ground he's promised I can work there. I'll be graduated by then, or almost."

"Ooo, going to be a big law man, are ye?" Terry said with a grin, letting her accent thicken the teasing notes. "I know who to call when I inevitably get hauled before the bench for punching some paper pusher in the nose." "For you, pro bono", he said, laughing. "And I think I will be heading into criminal law, so there's that."

Terry leaned against the shelving unit, shifting her basket out of the way. "Unless you are the one to be prosecuting me," she pondered.

"Aw, I wouldn't do that to an old schoolfriend. Besides, I'm more interested in defending mutants where no one else will."

"THat would be me," Terry responded brightly.

"Exactly!" was the cheerful response. "Although I wouldn't bet against you defending yourself."

"Because no one else would?" Terry said, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled.

"I would never suggest such a thing", Angelo said, laughing. "You can count on me if you do ever lose your temper. After I qualify."

"If? You're such an optimist, boyo." Terry shifts her basket to one arm and looks down the aisle. "Here t' do some shopping?"

"Yeah, restockin' the kitchen." He grinned wryly. "Someone has to make sure John bothers to eat."

"Tall order, that is?" Terry conversates, moving down the aisle a little further to the shampoos and conditioners.

He followed her for the conversation rather than for any particular interest in hair care products. "Sometimes. He'd live on pizza."

You sure he's not king of the hair products? "And you want to broaden his horizons? Good luck with that. Bobby'd--" She caught her breath on the name, hurrying over it with a small shake of her head. "Well, he would be eating a hamburger and beer six days out of seven."

Angelo, never one to miss much, shot her a quick sideways glance at the self-correction, but left it at that. "This is true. Although handmade hamburger's pretty good."

"Not on the sixth day," Terry countered, toppling a berry-scented set of shampoo and conditioner into her basket and continuing down the aisle. "I think living at the mansion is the only thing keeping him from starving o' malnutrition."

" - right, you're new back, you don't know. He doesn't live at the mansion anymore, we moved to District X."

Terry looked back at Angelo over her shoulders, green eyes narrowing with quiet amusement. "Well, I did not know that, but I was talking about Drake. Near? I'm crashing at 'mara and Callies for now meself."

"Ah, sorry, missed that." He grinned. "Not too far, no. The girls got us in as free labour to help them move. An' stayed with us awhile when their place had damp."

Terry wrinkled her nose and flashed a grin at him. "Bet that was a fun experience, knowing the size o' most apartments."

"Well..." He leaned in close, conspiratorial. "Let's just say we only needed couch space for one."

Terry widened her eyes and sucked in her lips to prevent her grin from breaking through. It's not entirely successful. "Do I want to know who was the poor couchie?"

"Callie", he said cheerfully. "But I'm not sure how many people know about it yet an' I really don't want two people with fire powers mad at me, so hush hush?"

"My lips are sealed," Terry assured him, though Amara might be in for some knowing looks in the near future.

He grinned. "Good stuff. So what're you gonna be doing for the FBI? Hunting down international criminals?"

Terry's smile slipped a little, her expression closing off slightly. "Some," she said vaguely, then expanded with recent activities. "More locals though, to be sure. Was involved with that superhero take down 'Mara helped out on right before Christmas."

"Oh, the one they all had to dress up for?" He grinned. "Sounded like fun, as missions go."

"Maybe on the costumed end. Inside the car, it was more like those egg experiments from school. The science ones where you drop them off a building and try to keep them from cracking?"

That got a sympathetic wince. "Yeah. I figure they were trying to not hurt anyone, but if it had to look real, you must have got shook around."

Terry flashed another grin. "Enough to milk for a few weeks." "Ah, there's the Terry I remember. Always lookin' on the bright side." "When have I ever passed up a chance t' prey on the sympathies of me friends?" she laughed.

He grinned. "No harm in that if you don't overdo it. And to prove it, if you want, I'll buy you lunch."

"Angelo, you have just climbed t' the top of m' very favorite person's list," Terry agreed, lifting her basket as she adds, "Let me just check out."